Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru was your lover, rather- he was supposed to be. He didn't feel much like it. You two were best friends before it had even occurred to the idea of a commited relationship, a close bond. It's a wonder it never worked out, if only he didn't have a relationship that left him shattered before he entered this one.

He loved her, In two years he's never stopped, until she did. It left on a bitter note and unexplained intentions, yet unexplained was only on his terms. If only he wasn't blinded by his own desires, would he see that the posts he'd find of her with another guy on her social media after they'd called it quits was indeed an implication. Yet, he refused- he refused to believe even now. He believed she'd still return, he wanted to believe she'd come running back into his arms after she realized that he was the only one she'd need, but for now he'd need a replacement. A replacement of her.

That's where you held a new position in his life. It was more an acting position than something established, if only it didn't hurt you as much as it did because of your underlying feelings for Satoru. You knew you been inlove with him for as long as you can remember, in your early childhood- you'd sometimes forced him to play "House" and pretend to be your husband. You truly believed Satoru was the one for you, but ever since he's had her- there were less and less chances for him to notice you.

It thrilled you that he chose you as his partner, yet the intention only became apparent in the times you've spent. Now, it only hurts to see yourself just as replacement for someone he used to love. That he didn't love you because you held a place in his heart, but of who else you had been as a rekindle to his old flame. He was a romantic when you two were playing a role, but genuine intimacies after those roles were nonexistant and he'd simply neglect and ignore you. Whether it be a work or an occasion excuse, even if you had done everything to make him realize that he what you feel for him was genuine- even of how many things you'd to at least let him give you a chance, none of it worked. He loves her, and will always love her even if she left of her own terms and not of his own, he'd always love her.

He came home on every instance, blatantly intoxicated. Unable to forget about her every single time- with her blatant appearance even on his drunk truths, and on every instance is making you grow tired though conflicted on deciding to confront him the next morning once he's gotten past his usual hangover. However, as much as you were tired, you were afraid to lose him but was it worth suffering the silence?